Natz Star.
Galactic Patrol guards were overseeing the prisoners as they rebuilt the Galactic Prison branch.
A month ago, the Galactic Prison branch here had been attacked by an outside force. More than half of it had been destroyed, and most of the prisoners had taken the opportunity to escape.
If the nearby Galactic Patrol officers had not immediately launched an all-out manhunt, the losses would not only have been catastrophic—those who escaped would have become an even greater menace.
The Galactic prisoners now carrying out repair work were precisely those who had escaped and been recaptured. Every last one of them was an infamous planetary thug.
As the saying went, whatever crime you committed, that was the hard labor you had to do.
Those who had not attempted to escape naturally received reduced sentences, demonstrating the Galactic Patrol's commitment to upholding justice throughout the Universe. As long as one truly repented and turned over a new leaf, they would be released once their sentence was completed.
It was also a policy of leniency, telling all prisoners that escaping was not a wise choice. Even if they ran, they would be caught and brought back.
They would be better off genuinely reforming.
At that moment, atop a cliff behind the Galactic Prison branch.
Jaco and Tights stood there, looking down at the devastated Galactic Prison below.
"It'll take several months at the very least to restore this place completely! I never expected it to be attacked, much less damaged this badly... That Saiyan's strength can't be underestimated," Jaco said.
"But is the information really reliable? Are we sure it was a Saiyan?" Tights asked, striking a thoughtful pose, her expression somewhat hesitant.
Over the past few years, all traces of Tights's youthful immaturity had vanished. She now radiated a